Counter-Friction

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Winter

I stop and stare
Breathe in the sharp glass air
Pale face, warm lips
The wind hits

Trees bending with weight
Cracking and popping in hate
Pins in my toes and fingers
The mist of my exhale lingers
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